Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya what I'm sayin'? An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya know what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now remember that you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for them
An' let them know what goes on, goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down from the that roared
1, 2, 3, for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
I can go solo, like a Tyson bolo
Make the fly wanna have my photo

Run in their room and hang it on the
In that I rocked them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take application of rhymes like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So don't bassin', I'll start placin'
Bets on that? be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' from my
A time for a crime that I can't
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
I'm Public Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you want to
It's like a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in stores but I all laws

while sittin', all fittin', not bitten
Givin' me the that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock sayer

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, Here's a Bible, start your prayer
This word to the wise is
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

You just got caught a for goin' out of
An' now you're servin' football teams their
You messed with the master, to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
duck MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
Because they got me, Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one

you know, don't you know?
I got a posse of a to back me up
out, we got never the match
Ambush attack, on my back, teamin', get creamed

So we us, so you're okay?
hear it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ

Oh yes, I presume it's the tunes that us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's also the words our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's Chinese

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm about vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always fires
You grown up criers, now here's a of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your father tires
You try to ya equipment but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell just like that, ya know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
brothers runnin' around, hard headed

They get a little jealous, ya know I'm sayin'?
Just that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the of beat

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the goes
That's just the way the story